Chapter Nine

Broom Closets and Possessive Natures

Lily tried to understand him. She tried on countless occasions to understand what went on in James Potter's head. She tried and failed, and no matter how many times she tried to assure herself that she might have him figured out, he goes and does something completely out of whack. Making her realize that she wouldn't ever understand James Potter.

Lily cringed; Do I even want to know what is going on in his head? Probably not, she might find herself in a mental ward at St. Mungo's. Lily tore at the edge of her parchment. She was supposed to be working on her charms homework, but it wasn't going to happen tonight. She couldn't get James out of her head. Why was she even thinking about him?

Lily doodled on her paper, not paying it any attention. She looked down at it, lines crossed each other, and her homework was ruined.

"No use in doing it now", Lily sighed.

Lily packed her things and pushed her chair under the table. She seemed to be dragging this week, nothing she did was fast, her showers took up to an hour, it took forever for her to get out of bed. When she started her homework, it had been almost two hours she still wasn't done with it.

"Are you just going to sit there all night, or do you think you'll be able to make it to bed?" came James's mocking voice from behind her.

"Fuck you."

James smirked at her, and at that moment she wanted to walk up to him and slap the smirk off his face.

"We've already been through this Lily. I can't even look at you wrong, because if I do, Remus will kill me. He might go for my balls, but lets hope not. I need them to much."

Lily couldn't help but let a smile curl across her face. It was then that James did that thing that she couldn't stand. Oddly, then reason that she couldn't stand it was because it was the single sexiest thing she had ever seen him do. He bithis bottom lip, and tilted his head. She would now willingly admit that she wanted him. Bad.

"Don't do that, Potter," Lily commanded, her eyes dancing with hidden mirth.

"Do what?" He was trying, but failing to look innocent.

"That thing you do with your lip. It makes you look so damn fuckable".

"I'm fuckable now? The other day I was the cocky asshole, now I'm fuckable? Wow, what a transformation for me!"

"You're incorrigible"

"I thought I was fuckable."

"Can't you just be both and shut the hell up about it?" Lily snapped at him.

"So, you want to go fuck?" James said after a moment of silence.

"James, we were having a nice moment, don't ruin it"

"I was just…never mind. Good night Evans."

Now, James had often found himself sitting in his room brooding over Lily Evans, but he never cried over her. He didn't cry period. Lately though, she seemed to be getting under his skin. More so then usual and it was getting on his nerves. He didn't know how to deal with her. She always gets mad at him when he tries to defend or protect her. So either way, it blows up in his face.

What could he do? He was fairly certain that deep down… somewhere, he still loved her. His possessiveness over her more then confirmed that. Well, that and the fact that he wanted to rip out the eyes of every guy that so much as looked at her. So why did he have such a problem admitting his defeat? That was simple really it was to him anyway. He was a Potter, and they didn't admit defeat until it was necessary, and at this point it was unnecessary.

The next night was rather eventful. He could swear that he heard moans coming from the hall closet, but whenever he stopped, it stopped to. He was certain that he was just hearing things. That was until he heard a muffled moan. There! He wasn't going crazy.

"Fuck, do that again".

Now those were some words, and he could hear them. He wasn't hearing things. He turned to the door beside him, and jerked it open. He almost wished that he had just walked on, upon seeing who was in the closet.

"Damn, James, do you think you could knock, before you go jerking doors open?" Lily snapped at him, pulling her skirt down, and fixing her tie.

"Ten points from Gryffindor", James said, his jaw clenching in anger. He then hauled out Ayden Ryder by the collar of his shirt.

"I should kick your ass of the Quidditch team for this".

"James, don't be such a fucking prude," Lily sighed in anger.

"Evans, you and I are going to have a talk, and Ryder, I'll deal with you later."

Lily threw Ayden an apologetic smile, and followed James around the corner. She was slammed against the wall, and was faced with a very angry James Potter.

"You need to stop fucking every guy you see," he warned her, pushing her harder against the wall.

"I-I can do what ever the hell I want to, plus you told Remus I go fuck whoever I wanted remember? Since I'm so goddamn easy!"

James pinned her wrists above her head, and crushed his lips to her. It wasn't meant to be sweet, and it wasn't at all. It was hard, and possessive.

"You can do what ever I tell you, you can do! Do you get that, Lily? You are mine, and I'll be damned it I let anyone take you away from me".

To Lily it looked like he was trying to control himself. It seemed he really wanted to just draw back, and slap the shit out of her, but he was controlling that urge. He pushed off the wall, and pushed her away from him. She stumbled down the hall, her mind in a flurry or confusing thoughts.

You are mine, and I'll be damned if I let anybody take you away from me¦

What the hell was James trying to prove here?

Author's Note: Sorry, I know it's short, but I had to get it out. The next chapter should come out faster then this one. I already have it hand written.